GRIND (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 1) (25 page)

How damn beautiful…

He reached the edge of the skating rink and a few moments later, she caught up, completely out of breath.

“You used that old ass line on me. I was distracted.” Slumping onto a bench, she placed her bag and the skates beside her. “You didn’t get one over.” She shrieked like a kid at a fun fair.

“And it worked, too! Lace up!”

“Why? Do you challenge me to a duel?” She placed her skates on, fastening them up just so, her shoulder gently brushing against a young man with bright blue hair.

“I’m going to dust the floor with you. You get no mercy. Can’t
nobody
dance better on skates than me. It’s war, baby!” And off he went, moving his limbs about like he meant it to the tunes of Cybotron’s “Clear.”

“Oh shit. This
fucker
can
dance.”

She stared in disbelief as she slowly made her way onto the rink, watching the man sway backwards, bopping to the beat. Silver wasn’t certain what she was thinking, but she knew one thing for certain: Zenith was full of surprises. Snapping her fingers, she sashayed towards him, rocking to the rhythm. She closed the gap between them.

“Awwww, shit! Little shortie can move, huh?” he yelled over the loud music.

He danced and danced, his skates turning and twisting in perfect contortions. As she was getting in the groove, he began to skate circles around her, making her dizzy, laughing as he blurred past her over and over again. After a while, he came directly behind her and she stretched her arms out, moving her ass in a way she knew was dead wrong. She had no doubt the man was staring at her behind, so she twerked it a bit faster, put on a damn show.

Silver, you slut…
She chuckled to herself.

Her breath hitched when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. Mantronix’ ‘Scream’ began to play, bringing back sweet, childlike memories of her eldest brother’s music collection. Each move she made, he seemed to know exactly what she was doing, as if they’d rehearsed in advance.

Lord…

She caught a glimpse of a poster on the wall that said, ‘Old School Wednesday Nights’. That explained the musical choices—made it even cuter that such a young crowd had gathered there. His groin bumped into her ass as he danced with her, keeping her close to his frame. The scent of his leather jacket, his hair that was draped over one shoulder, and his cologne made her dizzy with lust.

Don’t say shit, just keep moving… keep dancing…

And she kept her word, but then he pushed the ante. His lips caressed the side of her face, ever so lightly, so softly… bestowing on her cheek the two most delicate kisses. Ghost Town DJs’ ‘My Boo’ began to play then. With firm and strong hands, he made a slow trail up and down her shoulders and at that moment, the music got softer, gentler…a love tune. She turned to look at him, but he stopped her.

“Nah, stay just like that.” He moved against her, frustrated that she couldn’t see his eyes. Then, she felt his touch at her neck as he placed something around it.

She looked down…

A gorgeous necklace, similar to the one she’d seen at the shop but refused to spend the cash on. She traced the exquisite beadwork with her hands, happiness flooding her. Emotion, like she hadn’t felt in forever. Unable to wait any longer, she turned around and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight.

And so they drifted, dancing, skating. He kept her secure against him, hands on her waist, and she followed his lead, following wherever he took her.

In his arms… In his embrace…

Their bodies swayed to the music. She didn’t want it to end.

“How are you skating like this and not running into people?” she teased, trying to inject humor before her feelings exploded inside her.

“’Cause they know to move out of my way. King Zenith is in town.”

She grimaced, rolled her eyes, and burst out laughing…but then the music changed once again to Ready For the Worlds’ ‘Let Me Love You Down.’ Zenith’s smile faded, ever so slowly, and he pulled her roughly to him—impossibly closer than they already were—to claim her lips in a searing kiss. Her body told on her as she shuddered ever so slightly. He pushed his tongue sensually inside her mouth; he took her there, and took her far away, too…

“Mmmm….” Reaching down to her ass, he gave a double squeeze. This time, she didn’t push him away, didn’t dare stop him. Ending the kiss, he started to sing, as if the song had been written for her, “Let me looooove you, down…”

“Oh, you can carry a note, too?” She smirked.

He shrugged in a macho sort of way. “A little one…” With a laugh, he rubbed a hand up her back and swirled them around the rink, returning her to the moment, then blessed her with another lusty kiss, this one even more passionate than the first.

Raking her fingers through his hair, she floated away… relishing that out of all the places she could be in the world, she’d ended up right there, by his side…

…and from the look in his eyes, he wouldn’t have it
Any. Other. Way
…

…A couple of weeks later

I
wonder what
type of panties she has on? No I don’t… I want to see her pussy… fuck panties. Who cares?

He hated how his mind went there, but how could it not? They’d nestled close in the movie theater, watching a 1990’s marathon of cheesy horror flicks, laughing and throwing popcorn at one another, for four damn hours. Once their asses had gotten plenty sore, practically fallen asleep, they decided to bail and walk about a bit. Not sure what to do next, his gut flipped in excitement when the woman said, “Let’s go back to my place and just chill…”

My kinda lady!

When she turned her back on him, he rubbed his hands together like some greedy, fiendish fly… he sickened himself, or so he wished. Truthfully, he’d had it up to here with Silver, in a good way. They’d been dating a good while, and the most he’d gotten was his tongue down her throat, a tit grope, and a squeeze of a butt cheek. She teased the hell out of him, feeling on his chest, running her fingers through his hair as they’d make out in his truck, time and again. Now he finally had the golden ticket—a hopeful pass, a license to ride the pussy. He didn’t want to pressure her; he understood her situation, but hell, he had needs, too.

Shit… I’m tryna fuck… This better not be one of her little teasing tricks again.

She opened the front door to her small, well-maintained home. At first glance, the exterior was in excellent condition. He stepped over the threshold, chasing after her like one pursues dreams. Silver flicked the light on, allowing him a good glimpse around the place.

“Uh… nice,” he lied. What he saw startled him. The house was fairly neat and clean, but looked far more like a bachelor pad than even his own humble abode. Nothing screamed that a woman lived there, and definitely not the one he’d become enamored with. There was nothing soft, frilly, or pretty. Matter of fact, several spots featured wires, machines, computers, and tools. He understood that his damn crush had a few tomboy tendencies, but this took the cake.

“Have a seat.” She pointed to a black couch in the living room area. “I’ll get us a couple of beers.”

He nodded and made haste, taking his place on the couch.

Shit, as long as she has a bed, who cares? Hell, this couch will do, even the floor…

As he waited, he looked about him more thoroughly and discovered more wires, as well as a large flat screen television with massive speakers for stereo sound.

She’s definitely into her electronics, that’s for sure.

…And he liked that.

He took notice of another laptop and what appeared to be a disassembled computer in a cardboard box. Silver’s duality was a strange combination, one seldom seen. Sure tomboyish women existed, but she didn’t fit well into any category. The woman smoked hookahs on occasion, and cigars, too. She danced to rock music and rode a motorcycle with the greatest of ease. But her perfume was so damn sweet… like some flower freshly plucked and dipped in a vat of boiling sugar. The curves of her body were womanly and soft, despite her somewhat slender body type. She had nice-sized breasts, a bit more than a handful, and an ass that was the thing men’s dreams were made of. Her hair was soft, and she usually wore at least one or two pieces of jewelry. She could talk to him about the best game systems and her favorite shoe store, all in one breath.

The woman was bad.

He likened her to a female version of himself, her feet planted in two worlds. Not because she tried, but that was simply who she was.

“Here.” She thrust the beer in his hands, interrupting his deliberations.

“Thank you, baby.”

She sat next to him and they took a few sips. He placed his bottle down on the coffee table and turned towards her.

“I’ve been thinking. We could maybe go to—”

Grabbing his shirt collar, she drew him close and squelched his words with a kiss. He wrapped his hand around her neck and, angling his face just so, he slicked his tongue in her mouth. They moaned in unison and before he knew it, her hand was on his thigh and his over her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. With both hands she pushed his ass away, as if he’d told a damn lie. His eyes narrowed upon her as understanding dawned…

She reached for her shirt and unbuttoned the thing. He followed suit, working his own through the loops. Making haste, she was soon only in her black sports bra with the words ‘Cross Champion’ written in the upper right hand corner. Laying her down on the couch, he got on top of her and wedged himself between her warm thighs. She grabbed for him, holding his face with both hands as she showered his cheeks and neck with kisses. His loose ponytail began to come undone, the hair spilling forth like black waves. She sighed and moaned as he grinded between her legs. Moving his pelvis in a back and forth position, he rocked from side to side and front to back, allowing her to get an idea of what he could deliver. Her eyes slightly widened as his erection matured…

“Mmmm, you feel that, baby?”

“Hell yeah…”

Ecstatic, she held onto his neck and shoulder. He kept grinding and she kept moving to his beat. They fell in sync until he got tired of the damn dry hump song. Rising up onto his knees, he unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, shimmied out of his pants and cast them on the ground. He got back into position then, his fingers working inside her pants, past her panties, to her soft, fat pussy lips.